The Review - AT THE MOVIES with WILLIAM HALL Published: 1 November 2007
Chilling Arctic bloodfest leaves you cold
30 DAYS OF NIGHT
Directed by David Slade
Certificate 18
IT’S all gone kinda quiet in the sleepy snow-bound Alaskan town of Barrow way up there in the Arctic Circle. Both Sheriff Eben (Josh Hartnett) and his wife Stella (Melissa George) who just happens to be his deputy like it that way. The noisiest sound is a kid throwing a snowball at someone’s window, and not a lot seems to be happening as the month of darkness approaches. That’s when the small community is plunged into gloom for 30 days as the sun sinks below the horizon.
Only this time, as the last rays of light fade, a pallid-faced stranger comes into town (Ben Foster) and warns the sheriff: “Bar the windows. Try to hide. They’re coming!”
Too right, and too late. That window is broken and someone – or something – drags the screaming occupant out and leaves his blood-stained body in the snow.
For some reason that I could never quite work out, the place has been targeted by a gang of vampires (led by a manic Danny Huston) thirsting for blood, and only the sheriff and his brave wife can stop them decimating the townsfolk.
Director David Slade creates a chilling atmosphere in the wintry setting, with veteran Sam Raimi at his elbow as one of several producers. You can write this one off as a shivery slice of horror hokum for foggy November nights.